Because God made me from the dust,
with water mixed -- a pinch of lust;
a vessel formed and made from clay,
I'm fashioned -- shaped, to look this way.
You may not like the way I'm made-
-- then tell the Lord my clothing's frayed;
but He may say "there's no mistake,
and even though when old he'll break,
he's mine you see...for Jesus' sake."
Yes, I can't help the way I'm shaped,
I'm still unique, the way I'm draped;
I'm moulded by the potter's hand-
to one day walk in Canaan's land.
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Author Notes
Isaiah 29:16 "How foolish can you be? He is the potter, and He is certainly greater than you, the clay! Should the created thing say of the one who made it, "He didn't make me." does a jar ever say, "the potter who made me is stupid?" NLT
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